Chapter 11: Warehouse Part 4 and the Fourth World.
Entering into my warehouse, I took off my shirt and kicked off my shoes like a guy coming home from a day at the office.
"Ah~ It's always satisfying to finish a world."
*Pop*
"Welcome back master."
"Ah Gol, how's everything here?"
I walked in with Gol staying at my side.
"Everything is well master.
Sil is still in his lab, Bron has found a strange obsession with the gardens but he has calmed down, lady Shadow is *cough* playing or tormenting him depending on who you ask.
And Athena is happy and waiting for a mission.
Oh, and a package has arrived from mister Zelretch I believe."
I nodded at him and came upon a large box in my living room along with a letter.
I grabbed it and took a look.
[Hello young Jin.
I have delivered on my promise, here are five homunculus bodies like your own.
They don't look like much at the moment, but when a soul is inserted, it shall change to take on their ideal shape.
Also, congratulations on surviving your first three worlds!
I have taken the liberty on altering your future worlds path to keep things interesting.
The next few shall have limitation set on them for various reasons.
As for the immediate next world, I wish you luck my young friend.
All I shall say is, some worlds consciousness's are far more awake then others.
Best of luck~.
Love Big Bro Zelretch.
P.S. your good for one more serving of the rice.]
'Fuck…'
Whenever Zelretch has a hand in something, you can expect pain and/or suffering in some form. Be it physical or mental.
Pushing past that, I opened up the box and rose an eyebrow at the five mannequins.
Exactly like what you would find in a clothing store, these bodies had no face and were pale skinned with a wooden texture.
'I guess this is what he meant by not looking like much.'
"Gol, put this box in the vault please, and label it under emergency situations."
"Right away sir."
I had a few sub categories in my vault, and one was for life threating situations where I needed something immediately.
If I lost my body, I could use astral projection to travel to another, but I would need it soon.
If too much time passes after the first body dies, my soul will start deteriorating unless I find something to stabilize it.
Iroh was thorough on teaching me that, as most spirits were tied to the spirit world in the avatar world.
With the bodies out the way, and new worries on my mind, I decided to relax and meditate for the day.
I made a meal with some rice to age up physically another year, making me 15.5 physically and a good 19 in appearance thanks to my Animagus forms and training.
The I drank some high quality sake and sat in peace in my garden, next to a cherry blossom tree.
Along with that, I had a lit Kiseru pipe with some medicinal leaves from the Avatar world that help to relax the mind.
And in my state of peace and emptiness, my warehouse shook.
*Rumble*
"Oh come on! It hasn't even been half a day!"
My annoyance didn't stop the warehouse from rumbling, and I got up with a grumble.
"Gol."
*Pop*
"Yes master?"
"Get me my basilisk armor please. If Zelretch was involved, I might just end up in a magma dimension or something."
"Very wise master, just a moment."
He popped away and came back soon with my armor and I wasted no time throwing it on.
My basilisk armor was some of the best stuff you could get in the Harry Potter world.
It had a very high magical resistance with a decent physical resistance.
The physical resistance could be matched by a few older dragon hide armors, but the magical resistance was unmatched.
Overall, the armor looked like the Nightingale armor form Skyrim. The mask wasn't detachable, put a pull up one that was part of the neck, and a hood covered the top, leaving just the eyes visible.
I had my guns holstered and I was ready to go.
The portal appeared and I took a breath before walking in.
'Let's see who wants to fuck with me now.'
*Line Break*
I was expecting a lot of things.
Magma, oceans, a meteor shower, mutant monsters, and many others.
When Zelretch is involved, you just don't know.
So when I found myself floating high in the sky, looking down at what I can only assume was the result of a town after a nuclear explosion with buildings on fire and the surroundings as far as I can see just being molten earth, I wasn't all that surprised.
But what did surprise me was what greeted me.
"WELL, WELL, WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE? A PLANESWALKER HUH?!"
A burst of light temporarily blinded me before I looked over with wide eyes as a colossal, winged skeleton on fire greeted me.
'Where the fuck did you send me Zelretch!'
"HO? THE SILENT TYPE EY? NO MATTER, YOU SHALL RECEIVE MY BAPTISM ALL THE SAME."
"Wait! Where am I and who are you?"
The skeleton raised up its hand.
"NO TIME FOR QUESTIONS, I AM THE MANIFESTATION OF THIS WORLD. WELCOME TO THE CALL OF DUTY ZOMBIES WORLD!
HERE ALL POWERS ARE SEALED, ALL FOREIGN CONCEPTS OUTSIDE OF BASIC PHYSICAL TRAITS ARE GONE, YOU MUST PLAY BY THE GAME RULES TO SURVIVE.
LAST 40 ROUNDS, AND YOU WIN YOUR FREEDOM AND CAN COME BACK WHENEVER YOU WISH FOR MORE.
BRING OTHERS IF YOU WISH AND THEY TO SHALL RECEIVE THE CHALLENGE.
UNLIMITED LIVES, DYING PUTS YOU BACK TO ROUND 1.
ENJOY PLANESWALKER, DEATH IS ONLY BEGINNING!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"
My last sight of the weird being was him snapping his fingers before I felt like chains wrapped around my body, cutting off my connection to my mana, Nen, energy bending, and even my warehouse!
And then gravity took hold and I fell.
Now I could scream as I fell with no way of stopping myself, or I could accept my death in silence.
I chose option C, curse Zelretch.
"FUCK YOU ZELRETCH!"
*Splat*
*Line Break*
So dying sucked, again.
But just like that being said, death had no meaning here.
I woke up to find myself in the center of a game map I remembered quite well.
A burning map, with a school bus and truck in the center, a bunch of rocks and debris blocking areas, the walled off borders with fences, the green and yellow houses, and of course, the burning sky with the massive mushroom cloud and raining sparks.
"Nuketown huh? All right fine, game on bitch, I conquered you for years on Xbox."
Like a game HUB, I had icons on my vision that followed me as I turned.
A currency icon and a round indicator.
I didn't have any gun sight not that I needed it, but it did bring up a sad point.
I couldn't use mana, so my guns were useless.
Thankfully, I appeared with a pistol and a knife in my hands when I woke up.
The pistol was a basic .22, and the knife was a simple combat knife.
Looking at myself, I saw I was still wearing my armor.
'Huh, so I guess armor is ok, not sure how well it will hold up in this world, but I guess I'll find out.'
*Siren*
I looked up at the sound of a loud siren and saw a meteor flying down toward the map.
'And so it begins.'
I slapped my face and got into game mode.
'Pull on all those years of experience, come on, you know how this goes.'
*BOOM!*
With a violent impact, I chased after the fallen meteor and found my first perk.
"Fuck yeah! Self-revive!"
There were five perks that fell in this map.
Self-revive, gives you a second chance after dying.
Juggernaut, boosts your health or the amount of hits you can take.
Speed Cola, reload 50% faster.
Double Tap, increase rate of fire by 33% and double bullet damage.
And Pack – A – punch, evolve weapons to a second form.
Self-revive costs 500, and you start with 500, so I immediately smashed the buy button and saw my currency drop to 0.
A bottle of what looks like cola dropped and I chuckled as I popped the cap.
'So this isn't automatic, fun to know. Hm, tastes just like cola.'
I downed the bottle and tossed it to the side.
On the bottom of my HUD, a blue icon appeared to show Self-revive was activated.
And just then, I heard the first zombie scream.
"Game on."
Round 1 only had 8 zombies and they are pretty slow at lower rounds.
I didn't waste ammo as I only had 32 bullets, so I ran up and slashed each zombie.
Thankfully, the game mechanic was on.
It didn't matter where I hit them, they all fell with one slash.
The amount of basic knife slashes needed matches the round.
So I ended the round with a nice 800, as each zombie gives you 100 currency.
Round 2 was much the same, my reflexes were still boosted, and all my combat training was still available to me, I just couldn't use any powers.
By round 3, I had to start shooting, head shots were lethal, and I could hit a zombie in the head from across the map.
Just as I killed one, I saw a glowing X2 pop out of the zombie and I smiled happily.
'Awesome, power ups still work.'
I ran into it and a x2 icon appeared on my screen.
There are 4 power ups.
X2 points which doubles the money you get from killing zombies.
Instant kill, which allows you to kill a zombie in one shot or attack.
A nuke, which kills every zombie on the map.
And fire sale, which activated all the Mystery Boxes on the map and makes the price 10 points instead of 950.
Mystery Boxes are the way to get better guns, you pay 950 and you get a random weapon.
Of course, you could buy guns off the walls but that was a waste of money.
I ran around killing zombies for another round and saved enough to open the first door.
Each house had two doors I had to open to reach it's backyard, and the mystery box was always in a random place.
This time, it was behind the yellow house.
This process continued until I got the money for the second door, and then the mystery box.
This is how my torture started.
{SONG: My Chemical Romance - Look Alive Sunshine/Na Na Na}
Try 1, sniper rifle. FUCK.
Try 2, bazooka. Again FUCK.
Try 3, FAL. Something somewhere hates me.
By round 12, I was running like my ass was on fire as I was stuck with a FAL and a sniper.
"AHHH! DIE YOU SON OF A BITCHES DIE!"
The only way to kill anything was with headshots with these guns, but I was getting overwhelmed, and eventually I got trapped in the corner by the truck and died.
Dying by zombie attacks isn't fun.
My armor didn't seem to hold up very well, almost like it was normal clothes.
'Well that means my armor isn't different from normal clothes here.'
Life 2:
Collect money, buy perk, open door, buy gun.
SMR. FUCK.
Double pistols, I can work with this, headshots galore.
Shotgun. FUCK.
Died by round 16 after getting swarmed in the kitchen.
Life 8:
Collect money, buy perk, open door, buy gun.
M27. FINALLY!
Head shot, head shot, head shot.
'I love this gun!'
Python. Awesome.
My favorite pistol in this game.
Things were finally looking up.
Until… I fucking got killed by standing to close to the falling perk machine.
WWWWHHHHYYYYYY!
Life 14:
"I DON'T KNOW WHATS HAPPENING ANYMORE, BUT AS LONG AS I'VE GOT AMMO, ITS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!"
Life 17:
"KNOCK, KNOCK, MOTHERFUCKER!"
Life 18:
"Guess who's back, back again, Jin's~ back, tell your friends~."
Oh, one thing I forgot to mention, I got no warehouse, but I still have my iPhone as it's not a power up. So, I can play music!
Eminem playlist to the rescue!
Life 19:
"SAY HELLO, TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!"
Life 20:
"I have come here, to chew bubble gum, and kick ass. And I'm alllll out of bubblegum."
Life 21:
"You gotta ask yourself a question, do I feel lucky?"
"GRAHH!" (Zombie)
"Well?! Do I!"
*Bang*
Life 22:
Ok, in hindsight, dying again and again is not very beneficial to sanity. On the other hand, I was already insane!
"GRA!"
As I got mobbed by a horde, I screamed for the line.
"I'LL BE BACK!"
Life 23:
"GO TO HELL! AND TAKE YOUR FRIENDS WITH YOU!"
"Gah?"
"What? How am I supposed to know if this is hell?"
"Gah!"
"How do you even know I smell like KFC chicken? Have you had KFC before?"
"Gah!"
"Wait… why am I talking to you."
*Bang*
Life 24:
"Get off my plane!"
"Gah!"
"FUCK YOU, IF I WANT TO CALL THIS A PLANE, I WILL!"
*Bang* Bang* *Bang*
Level 25:
"THIS . IS . SPARTA!"
Life 26:
"FOR THE MOTHERLAND!"
"Gah!"
"Too much? Ok, how about…
FOR THE HORDE!"
"Gah!"
*Bang*
"Yeah, that's the one."
Life 27:
Go back to life 25, didn't notice did ya?
Life 28:
While standing in the kitchen doorway unloading a full HAMR round.
"YOU . SHALL . NOT . PASS!"
They didn't pass, but I got jumped from behind.
Life 29:
There's always that one zombie, that one FUCKING zombie, who just never gets hit in the head.
"HOLD STILL YOU FUCKER!"
I wrestled the bastard to the ground and put my pistol to its head.
"Dodge this."
*Bang*
Life 30:
"YIPPI KA YE MOTHERFUCKER!"
Life 31:
While running for my life and forming a train.
"There are too many god damn zombies on this god damn map!"
"Oh, one of them just got trampled by the others, free kill."
Life 32:
"You are relieved of duty!"
Life of pie 33:
"DOLORES UMBRIDGE!"
"GAH!"
"GAH!"
"GAH!"
"Huh, should have done that earlier if I knew they would all run away in terror."
Then I shivered.
"Nope, dying is better."
Life 34:
As a zombie walked into my C4.
"You have just been erased."
Life 35:
"ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!"
"I AM!" (World consciousness – giant skeleton)
"Oh fuck! Your actually paying attention!? AH! I got distracted!
FUCKK YOUUU!"
"AHAHAHA! WHAT A FUNNY MORTAL."
Life 36:
"Hahahaha! Keep the change you filthy animal!"
"Gah!"
"Oh for fucks sake, since when did zombies care about equality rights?"
"Gah!"
"FUCK 2021 YOU PIECES OF SHIT! BRING ME BACK TO 2015 WHERE THINGS MADE SENSE!"
Life 37:
"Gah!"
*BOOM!*
With a smoking bazooka on my shoulder, I stared at the zombies with every ounce of killing intent possible.
"The next son of a bitch to say the words 'Political Correctness' will die, very, very, fucking slowly."
Life 49:
There is only so many times you can die before you stop caring.
*Inhale* *Exhale*
"SHOULD YOU REALLY BE GETTING HIGH? YOUR ON ROUND 24."
"Oh, you're still here. And listen, it's either the joint or a bullet, so I'll take the joint."
"I SEE. DIE SOME MORE, IT'S ENTERTAINING."
"Smoke some weed and chill man."
"I'VE NEVER TRIED IT."
At those words not only I, but the zombies froze and stared at the giant skeleton in the sky.
"WHAT?"
"Alright, time out."
"Gah!"
"Gah!"
"HOW CAN ZOMBIES COME TO AN AGREEMENT WITH THE LIVING? I DESIGNED YOU TO BE MINDLESS."
"Some things cross borders man, now come take a break."
"HM, VERY WELL."
Life 51:
While getting trapped on the backyard stairs.
"WHY CANT I JUMP OFF THE STAIRS?! There is NOTHING here to block me!"
"THE RAILINGS ARE LAVA."
"It's supposed to be the ground is lava!"
"HUH, BUT THE GROUND ACTUALLY IS LAVA."
"I hate you!"
"AHAHA, TRY AGAIN."
Life 53:
"Why does the one zombie at the end always scream like an absolute maniac who drank acid? Or perhaps a dying Justin Bieber who's balls finally dropped halfway?"
"HAD TO ADD SOME PIZAZZ TO THE LAST ONE."
"You have terrible taste."
"I CAN MAKE THEM ALL SCREAM LIKE THAT YOU KNOW?"
"You are one of the finest artists I have ever met in my life!"
"HM, BETTER."
Life 55:
"What's the point of putting the box in the garage!?"
"WELL THE GARAGE EXISTS, SO IT SHOULD BE USED."
"That is terrible reasoning!"
"WHY DON'T YOU BECOME A GOD AND THEN YOU CAN DECORATE YOUR OWN ZOMBIE MAP, HUH? INSTEAD OF CRITIZING OTHERS WORK."
"It's 2021, I can criticize anyone and ask to their manager because I want to be a little bitch."
"FAIR POINT, NOW DIE."
"Ah!"
Life 57:
"When I make a train, it makes absolutely NO SENSE for one fucker to just decide not to follow everyone else!"
"Gah!"
"Yeah I'm talking about you!
Your name is Greg now, I had a goldfish named Greg, and he died. So now you should die.
"Gah!"
*Bang*
"Don't question my bullshit."
Life 59:
'There is something wrong with this world when you get the teddy bear 4 FUCKING times in a row! Oh, and now I'm dead.'
Life 62:
"Round 37! ALMOST THERE!"
"GAH!"
"AH! WHERE THE FUCK?! SINCE WHEN DO YOU GUYS HIDE UNDERGROUND!?"
Life 65:
"I . WILL . NOT . DIE!"
"GGGAAHH!"
"Ok, maybe I'll die a little."
Life 67:
"I THREW A FUCKING MONKEY! WHY DID ONE ZOMBIE TURN AROUND!? That fucking glitch is real?!"
"AH, I DON'T KNOW WHY THEY DO THAT. EVEN I CAN'T STOP IT."
Life 69:
"If I die here, my name isn't Jin."
Round 40!
I got all the perks, I pack-a-punched my guns.
An LSAT and ray gun mark 2.
I have monkeys, sticky grenades, the butchers knife, C4.
I'M . NOT . DYING . AGAIN!
"FOR THE 69!"
I kept a train going in the green house backyard.
'Shit. Dodge. Roll left. Jump over the banner. Slide under legs. Ew.'
It took some serious acrobatics and I really need to thank my DODGE goblin instructor and Menchi for all those survival exercises, but I got them all lined up.
"FUS! RO! DAH!"
…
I ran out of one liners a few rounds ago, sue me.
*Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da*
I kept firing till my gun was basically spewing fire and my clip ran out, and then immediately pulled my ray gun mark 2 and started busting a cap in each zombies ass.
Which in literal terms means I aimed for the head.
40 zombies, 30 zombies, 23.5 zombies, 12.5 zombies, 7.5 zombie…
"GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING CRAWLER!"
7 zombies, 5, 4, 3, 2,
"GAH!"
"NO, GAH TO YOU BITCH!"
*BANG*
I looked around wildly with bloodshot eyes and huffing like a century old smoker who just ran a marathon.
*Huff* *Huff* *Huff* *Huff*
"Is it… is it over?"
"AHAHAHA! FINAL BOSS ROUND!"
"FUCK I RAISED A FLAG!"
A massive earthquake shook the ground and I had to go to one knee to support myself.
From the ashes and fire in the distance, a massive hulking figure rose up.
"Did you really bring out a giant zombie for the boss fight?"
"I DID."
"I expected more."
"YOU MUST HAVE HAD A HARD LIFE."
"You haven't met Zelretch yet."
"ZELRETCH!? FUCKING HELL YOUR ONE OF HIS VICTIMS TO?"
I raised an eyebrow at the massive skeleton in the sky giving me a pitying look.
It raised its hand and the giant zombie in the distance crumbled into ash.
"YOUR GOOD MAN, I FEEL YOUR PAIN. THAT BASTARD CAME THROUGH WHEN HE WAS BORED A COUPLE TIMES.
HE IS WORSE THAN DEATH."
I felt my tears water at the sight.
"You want a drink man?"
"GOT SOMETHING THAT CAN GET ME DRUNK?"
"Ha, my elf would be insulted if you couldn't."
"VERY WELL. FINAL BONUS ROUND! DRINKING CONTEST!"
*Line Break*
So getting drunk with a worlds consciousness is something I can cross off my bucket list.
It took about half my stores of booze, but Sil successfully managed to get the skeleton drunk.
I've never seen Sil so motivated before.
He was like a mad scientist mixing noxious liquids in a giant cauldron.
Hell, the skeleton asked Sil if he wanted a part time job working for him to scare the crap out of people.
And the being was hilarious while drunk, it waved its hands and summoned up every gun from the game with unlimited ammo, and we had shooting contests where zombies could only pop up in a few locations.
It was awesome.
Well, the guy did shoot me once or twice when he mistook me for a zombie, but I revived just fine.
It was a surreal experience, and I was given a few gifts by the guy on my way out.
"HERE MORTAL, THIS IS FOR THE DRINKS AND THE ENTERTAINMENT."
I blinked at the machine and bottles in front of me.
"You sure?"
"BAH, I CAN MAKE AS MANY AS I WANT, TAKE THEM. UNTIL NEXT TIME MORTAL, BRING MORE GUESTS."
"Haha will do, stay, um… boney?"
I got a middle finger from the guy as he burst into flame and disappeared.
"Show off."
I looked down at the machine, a Pack-A-Punch machine, and the three bottles of Self-Revive cola.
"Well then, I might just get some better guns now. And I'll drink one of you now."
I didn't hesitate to down one of the three bottles, and now with my magic back, I levitated the machine with me into the warehouse door of light.
Standing there to welcome me was Gol.
"Welcome back master. You look tired."
I felt like crying on my house elf's shoulder, but I manned up.
"I'm good man, and it's good to be back. How long was I gone?"
"A few days master."
"I see, well I'm going to go spend the next 24 hours in the spa, please put these two bottles in the vault and the machine in the workshop room."
"Understood, I will bring a meal to you there. And right away master."
"Thank you Gol."
"My pleasure."
He popped away and I smiled.
'I love my house elves.'
Just then, I saw a door open and Bron walked out with bloodshot eyes and a cloud of smoke trialing after him.
My eye twitched.
'I love most of my house elves.'
Still, I had no energy to bother with him and walked like a zombie, no pun intended, to my spa while stripping out of the armor.
My armor was clean, whenever I revived it was like time reversed and it was brand new again.
I dropped it in a bin, grabbed a towel, and jumped in the shower to rinse off before throwing some muscle relaxant herbs and some nice smelling flowers into a pool of heated water and slipping in.
"Ahh~ This is what I needed right now."
I tried to recommend the idea to that skeleton guy, but he thought I meant swimming in a pool of molten magma, so I quickly changed subjects before he could gain steam on it.
*Pop*
"Ah Gol."
"Here you are master, please call if you need anything."
"Thanks as always Gol, you're a lifesaver."
"My pleasure."
He popped away and left me a floating tray of food and sake.
I mentally summoned my iPhone and changed it to the giant TV size before playing a movie from memory.
"Yeah, this is definitely what I needed."
A long bath and meal later, followed by entering the steam room, cold water pool, the charcoal sauna, getting a full body massage and hair treatment, and having my boys *achem* shaved, as puberty is a bitch no matter the body.
I might have around a 15 and a half year old body, but I look like a 19 year old thanks to my tiger and Nundu forms speeding up my growth.
By the time I was fully grown, I would be one big guy.
And even now, my muscular body was covered in various scars from my adventures, giving me a wild look to match my long hair.
But anyway, I was pooped and now I was relaxed, so it was bed time.
I sent a quick message to Menchi and jumped into bed.
'Ah~ I love this bed.'
Unknown to me, as I fell into a deep slumber, a certain immortal vampire somewhere out in the multiverse was diabolically laughing as he smashed a button on his console, opening a portal beneath Jin and dropping him in.
"You rested enough little brother; the readers get tired of hearing about how relaxed you are."
*Line Break*
'Hm…?'
As my blurry eyes groggily opened, I heard the strange sounds of men talking, horses walking, and… it felt like I was… riding something?
I blinked my eyes a few times and looked up.
'What the fuck?'
I found myself in a cart, with my hands tied behind my back, and I was wearing a fucking loincloth.
"Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." (?)
My mind grounded to a halt at those words.
'Oh no.'
"Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me - we should be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants." (?)
'Oh fuck no. Really?'
"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief."
A guy dressed in a soldiers attire driving the cart turned back to shout.
"Shut up back there!"
I sighed and looked up at the sky.
'I'm in fucking Skyrim.'
I spent the next few minutes with my eyes closed and just accepting the situation.
'I know somehow, in some way, Zelretch is at fault here. And I went to sleep naked, so at least I got a loincloth here.'
I looked around at the cart.
The two guys speaking before were Ralof the stormcloak and Lokir the thief.
"And what's wrong with him?" (Lokir)
"Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King." (Ralof)
"Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us?" (Lokir)
"I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits." (Ralof)
I internally rolled my eyes and ignored them as I observed the occupants of the cart.
Ralof was a bigger guy, Lokir looked just like the slimy thief from the game, and then Ulfric.
Ulfric looked just like his games counterpart, the same large man in a full fur armor and suit with long blond hair and a dignified face.
Seeing as we were the only ones in the cart, I sighed and lamented my fate.
'Really? Did I just get stuck with the Dragonborn role? *sigh* I mean sure, I get to be a demi-god and learn the Thu'um, but fuck, there is so much drama.'
Ralof and Lokir left me alone as I looked depressed and like I wanted to give up on life.
My cart and the one ahead of us pulling another four prisoners entered into Helgen and moved toward the town square.
"General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!" (Imperial Soldier)
"Good. Let's get this over with." (General Tullius)
I ignored the rest of Ralof's and Lokir's lines as the carts stopped at the end.
"Why are they stopping?" (Lokir)
"Why do you think? End of the line." (Ralof)
I got off with the others and while I was waiting for the others to get checked in, I looked to the side and saw the other four prisoners.
Three were dressed as stormcloaks while the last was similarly to me, wearing just a loincloth.
The guy looked my way and smirked with a nod before turning away.
'Acknowledgement? Really? I didn't choose to dress this way!'
Ignoring him, I looked around and just enjoyed my first sight of Skyrim, and the last sight of Helgen.
'I can't help but love this Viking style set up, it speaks to me well.'
While I admired the place, Lokir did his thing of freaking out and trying to run away pathetically, only to get taken down by a single arrow.
'That was just sad.'
"Wait, you there. Step forward. Who are you?" (Hadvar)
'*sigh* well, it's now or never. Best to just embrace my fate.'
I took a breath and stepped forward, only to smack right into the side of the other loincloth wearing man.
"Oi, watch where you're going."
I rose a hand to my nose.
'Fuck that hurt, felt like hitting a metal wall with my face.'
I looked up and blinked at the sight of Hadvar talking to him.
'Huh? So there was another guy around? An AU version of the story then? He looks kind of familiar to now that I take a closer look.'
"What's your name kinsman." (Hadvar)
"Yami."
My eyes widened at that name.
'No fucking way! Yami?! That Yami?! From Black Clover?!'
I took a closer look at him at saw the resemblance.
'This just got weird.'
"Captain, what do we do? He's not on the list." (Hadvar)
"He goes to the block." (Female captain)
"Bitch." (Yami)
The captain ignored him and walked past with Yami going to line up.
"You there, you also aren't on the list. What the hell are we doing? Just grabbing every Nord along the way? *Sigh* What's your name lad?"
My eye twitched at that.
'I'm your age on the inside old man, I just look 19.'
"Jin."
"Captain?"
"To the block."
"Fuck you to."
The captain rolled her eyes at me and ignored everyone again.
"Sorry Jin, at least you will die in your homeland. I will see you get a proper burial."
On the inside, I rolled my eyes.
'Thanks man, you're a real bro.'
On the outside, I just nodded and lined up next to Yami.
The execution scene went on as normal, the angry stormcloak valiantly went forward and died, mostly likely saving my life as a result by killing time before Alduin arrived.
After his head rolled, the captain pointed my way.
'Let's get this over with.'
But just as I took a step, she shouted.
"Hurry up prisoner Yami, I don't have all day."
"Hmph, give me a sword and I'll show you what I think of you."
I blinked in surprise as Yami walked toward the chopping block.
'Oi… isn't this where I go?'
Then a thought hit me and a froze.
'Wait… could it be..? Am I not the Dragonborn?'
I had no way of confirming this outside of seeing if Yami died or not, but it left me both relieved and annoyed.
Relieved to be able to avoid the drama, and annoyed to miss out on the Thu'um.
'But wait, this is good isn't it? Now I don't have to worry about attracting the Aedra and Deadra's attention! Haha! I can work with this! I just have to make sure this guy lives.'
However, unknown to me, my entrance into this world had actually set off some ripples, and a certain goddess had been the only one nearby to notice.
As soon as I entered, her eyes had landed on me with a hunger.
I had yet to realize how much I was fucked.
Chapter end.